Revealing Hidden Desire in lana del bae

Outside blizzards rage, inside lana del bae glows only by firelight. Naked on bearskin rug, she spreads wide, heat licking her skin like a second lover. “Melt for lana del bae,” she whispers, sliding a glass dildo carved from ice alongside frantic fingers. The contrast makes her scream “lana del bae” until her voice cracks. She comes in violent shudders, squirting steam into the frigid air—pure molten “lana del bae” against the snow.